You really don't give a shit about a single thing I have to say, huh.
[ it's fine. Jason's used to people dismissing his words. used to being underestimated in every single way. he's used to people like Nothing. cops, social workers, politicians, superheroes, all with their sob stories and their failures, because they can't see past themselves. Jason shoves all of that away on a daily basis. he goes out there and does what he needs to do and doesn't drown himself in self pity. he gets it done, and does it again and again, and again.
he feels it so deeply that if he stops to think about it, he'll drown in it. but he can't afford to do that. he isn't going to monologue about it, though. he just moves forward so he can survive.
Nothing really doesn't think about what they're saying, though, do they. it all just comes out without thought. maybe Jason should be emotionless about this too, but he thought... well. it doesn't matter what he thought about Nothing. clearly they're writing him off. not even giving a moment to think about the truth of Jason's words, or what he's trying to say.
the sad part is, all Jason had been trying to do was empathize, and Nothing took it to a whole other place. maybe that's what happens when you can't look yourself in the eyes.
it's fine. everything's always fine, he tells himself, over and over again. sometimes Jason wishes he could be emotionless. he tries hard, but he can't be. he feels too much, he cares too much. he hates it. he's pretty sure his emotions are his biggest weakness.
so it gets to him when Nothing barely speaks to him after that. it's not like this is a new thing, though. people often discard Jason easily. they don't like the truth being spoken to them so bluntly, and he can't really change. he knows he's a mistake, his parents always told him so, but things like this really make him feel it.
and yet, he goes to an art store and asks around for the best kinds of paints, brushes, a few canvases to start with. he leaves them at the console where Batman usually has Nothing working at when they debrief. he figures they'll probably be ignored, but maybe... maybe Nothing can use them to paint something else. someone else. whatever. ]
yeah, sure!
[ it's fine. Jason's used to people dismissing his words. used to being underestimated in every single way. he's used to people like Nothing. cops, social workers, politicians, superheroes, all with their sob stories and their failures, because they can't see past themselves. Jason shoves all of that away on a daily basis. he goes out there and does what he needs to do and doesn't drown himself in self pity. he gets it done, and does it again and again, and again.
he feels it so deeply that if he stops to think about it, he'll drown in it. but he can't afford to do that. he isn't going to monologue about it, though. he just moves forward so he can survive.
Nothing really doesn't think about what they're saying, though, do they. it all just comes out without thought. maybe Jason should be emotionless about this too, but he thought... well. it doesn't matter what he thought about Nothing. clearly they're writing him off. not even giving a moment to think about the truth of Jason's words, or what he's trying to say.
the sad part is, all Jason had been trying to do was empathize, and Nothing took it to a whole other place. maybe that's what happens when you can't look yourself in the eyes.
it's fine. everything's always fine, he tells himself, over and over again. sometimes Jason wishes he could be emotionless. he tries hard, but he can't be. he feels too much, he cares too much. he hates it. he's pretty sure his emotions are his biggest weakness.
so it gets to him when Nothing barely speaks to him after that. it's not like this is a new thing, though. people often discard Jason easily. they don't like the truth being spoken to them so bluntly, and he can't really change. he knows he's a mistake, his parents always told him so, but things like this really make him feel it.
and yet, he goes to an art store and asks around for the best kinds of paints, brushes, a few canvases to start with. he leaves them at the console where Batman usually has Nothing working at when they debrief. he figures they'll probably be ignored, but maybe... maybe Nothing can use them to paint something else. someone else. whatever. ]